witterings from a chilly house
Good morning world. It's been raining for a few days now, and occasionally the rain clouds seem to crash land into the landscape around me. When they do, the streets fill with very dense fog, which turns the street lights into hazy halos, and which seems to pool like a liquid in the lower places, ditches and ponds. The rest of the town, at the base of the hill I live on, is entirely invisible in the fog. The funny thing about the fog is that usually it hangs around for a day or two, but last night and this morning it keeps just wandering and vanishing. Case in point, it didn't exist when I woke up, existed while I wrote the above paragraph and now, a bit later, doesn't exist as I write this bit. I really love our weird nebulous winter weather in Washington state. I love less the bit where it interacts with my sleep problems and makes it feel a bit like I'm doing battle every night just to get some rest. But still, there's worse things. ... Slowly working on finishin